Solid keys weighed by emotions waiting to be released,

Each and every note singled out by a mere being.

I am a deceiver whose thin strings may seem fragile,

Yet each silver lining swindle those who try to control me.

 

Every black key represents my sharp and flats;

My many imperfections.

However what lies right beneath is the purity I behold in my soul,

And every note produced is my voice resonating in the air,

Whether if it is my screams or my cries of my floating giddy despair.

 

My oak frame is what keeps me sturdy and strong,

Whilst the dust hidden in every corner is my knowledge soaring on.

But, like a piano with no other place to go

I have endured a journey of many high and lows.

I have hopped through octaves hoping to find a purpose

Stripping the world bare till I find an answer

 

But being gullible as I am,

I was quite too oblivious to see,

That every answer I was searching for,

Was right in front of me.

 

Suddenly struck by the staggering veracity of life.

My pedal began to sustain,

The scorching passion,

Of my burning heart.

Clinging on to the sound

I have owned

From the very start.

 

In the same way a piano cannot play solely by itself

Without a composer who

Although deaf, blind, little, or shy

Guides every key to produce a melody.

One cannot simply walk down the line

Without the guidance of friends and family.

 

Upon this realization,

The burden I have carried

On every key

Were gently released

By ambition of the soul

And the determination of the mind.

 

And so--

A girl now sits by the piano,

Her fingers gliding on every key

As happy as she can be

For the keys

…

Were no longer heavy.